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• Our church has a fellowship twice a month; we call it the “Psalm Sing”. Basically we get together at someone’s home, the kids play, we share a light potluck supper, and then we sit and sing together for a few minutes. Usually we are going over the new Psalm and hymn of the month. Our kids practically live for these fellowships, checking the bulletins each week and begging to go even though we’ve almost never missed. It’s a particular joy for our whole family; I love sitting in the back and looking over our church friends gathered and here us all sing together. I like knowing that we have a great, functional, and healthy group. I like seeing women chit chat, men banter, and children frolick. It’s beautiful.
• Beauty of a different kind: Shannon’s Pimento Cheese!!!! OH. MY. GOODNESS. It wasn’t just the sangria talking (though that was absolutely fabulous too!); I really could have sat in a corner by myself and scooped out that whole entire bowl with a big slap-happy grin on my face! Wow! This was pimento cheese in it’s heavenly body, I”m sure. Usually it’s got too much mayo. It’s a bit sloppy. Not spicey enough. Not sharp enough. THIS PImiento Cheese was Sharp. Creamy, not dry, not wet. A perfect bite of spice. It was too late to schmear it all over my hambuger but I delightfully dipped my kettle chips into it. By thirds. Unapologetically; I think many there weren’t sure either A: what it was and B: that they were in the presense of greatness.  See, when food, even simple food, is done WELL, it shines like a thing of true beauty. Who said Pimiento Cheese couldn’t have such great aspirations? I will post the recipe just as soon as Shannon sends it my way.
• On the way home we had a perfect rainbow. It was a totally intact semicircle and every color of the prism was visible. While one child begged to go find the end of it and another sat dumbfounded, we found even the highway a pleasant place to be. Down the road there is a construction site that has the dark red clay open and exposed. And somehow the view to the mountains there is amazing. It will all be blocked by some building soon but for now you can see red clay, with dark green trees, a thin silver-blue line of the river and then periwinkle sky. It glows and pulses in that spot, a place over faster than you glance if you go the speedlimit.
• Today is a day of rain. Non. Stop. Rain. We’ve needed it for weeks so one tries not to complain but it can make a cooped-up family that was suposed to have moved go even more nuts. So we packed it up and headed out to the movies. There was that mist again, that smokey mist sneaking between peaks. I don’t know how I survive driving around, looking everywhere but the road. I can’t believe we LIVE here!!!
• Cars: Long. Cute in the middle. Boring at the beginning and end. Then again, first consider this: I have never, ever gotten the idea of car racing. It seems like it must be the most boring thing in the world, lap after lap of traffic, concrete, heat, noise, blaring lights. YUCK. Methinks the real talent of the drivers is in their attention spans to be able to stay sane, going in a circle like a hyper rat that many times. So….the begining and end of the movie is actual racing and the middle is character driven, and that’s what had my interest. There are some cute jokes and ideas in the illustrations. I was thankful I understood story arc well enough to guage perfectly how much time was left halfway: Our hero still needed to discover the wealth of the ones around him, hit his crisis and humble himself, fulfill his destiny, get the girl,  and save the day. Perfect time to get popcorn for Baby, who didn’t like it after all and preferred instead to run back and forth in the empty last aisle.
• You’ll never beleive what we did next! I still can’t beleive it!!! We went to Walmart to do nothing but hang out. Really. We just wandered around looking at stuff at the stuff-mart and waited for it to be Baby’s nap time. I’m probably the only person who left there without buying anything; I imaged all kinds of suspicious cameras on me as we left, our cart empty. Maybe not.
• A true miracle occurred yesterday. Last week Andrew was accidentally shot in the eye with a pellet gun at close range. We thought it hit the outside of his lid; it was swollen for a few days and red. He squinted more as the week went on but he could see fine and we thought it was going to be just fine. His mood was awful though; by Saturday night he was crying and angry and a total bear. Again, we didn’t think it was his eye; he’d also had his feelings hurt so we thought that was the cause. But Sunday in church, a PELLET CAME OUT OF HIS EYE. A little chess-piece-shaped metal pellet had been wedged inbetween his eyeball and lid this entire time!!! And it never got infected, never cut the skin, never seemed to affect his vision. I can’t imagine how much it hurt,  knowing what it feels like when my little contact lens gets up there. He is like a different kid, saying, “It feels sooo much better Mom”. Well YEAH. I’m just overwhelmed with close a call it was. A hair in a different direction and he could be blind or dead. He must have a posse of angels on him all the time….

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